These Undead attacked in patterns as simple and dull as their intelligence.
They raised their shiny, icy axes, chopping down, only to raise them again in a frenzy, only emphasizing their limited intellect.
Yet, in their relentless onslaught, they slowly wore down the monster, preventing it from retaliating, granting Violet a bit of relief.
From the beginning, these undead creatures gnawed at the monster's tentacles, charging at it like rabid dogs chase after a thief.
When its boneless muscles collided with the sharp axes, there could only be one result.
Its tentacles were chopped off at the very root. The stronger it was, the quicker it was cut, its dark green blood spraying far and wide.
Losing its tentacles - its only weapons -, it was also stripped of its ability to defend itself.
This was why its intimidating presence dwindled.
The undeads were far more numerous than its tentacles, and they swarmed the monster's body like ants in the blink of an eye.
